Main impression remained the friendly and helpful black local people. The white people always talked to me in dutch which I found a bit annoying, seems they assume every white tourist is coming from the Netherlands. (I am still very white, but thanks to the good suncream (part of the farewell present basked from my work colleagues) not as red as a boiled lobster like most of the dutch tourists). The local language is astonishing, many things I can understand from Spanish and German, e.g. Danki, Bushalte, Buon nochi etc. The help of the locals was needed, they have a special bus system and LP (Lonely Planet travel guide) did a very bad job here, hope this might help other travellers who read this blog in the future. Basically there are big busses which run theoretically about every hour, but not really per schedule. Then there are small busses which are private I think, they have destinations written in the front window, but seems in the evening when there is not much hope for passengers anymore, they bring you anywhere. The driver just asked if it's ok if we drop the other guy first because he lives close to where I had to go. The driving style is somewhat interesting, the driver told me, 'don't worry my eyes look good' (interepreted that as he sees well in the dark which he probably didn't beause he thought he was driving badly), but after India and Nepal it takes a bit more to scare me on the road ;-)Spent the time on Curacao relaxed, some city sightseeing, some hiking, some swimming in the sea etc.